Light Gate の小説・ストーリー

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

“Which one?” Somewhat dropping the unknown puzzle that will soon explode in front of them, the games that each of them is playing are getting complicated and worst with each passing time. Now drawing a cunning smile, he leans his head on the right side as the mark and symbol of the twin Gemini illuminated, together as he draws a small transmutation circle of the 6th gate and playing his God’s lightning ability as the holder, he whispers.

Please go and disconnect that light connection. Immediately that light connection was disconnected There were some noise and smoke coming from that part of the mansion. Go to that place we want to see what is happening at that place. Look at your right I could see some light please make sure you disconnect and destroyed all the light in the area. Woo my Price they are there tell the sword to be careful and destroy those light immediately. Please completely destroy all the light in that big hall those there are the robots. Please don’t make a mistake demolish the light and they are finished.

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

POV: Corin The air in the chamber was electric, heavy with tension, the smell of ozone and something metallic burning in my nostrils. Red lightning arced across the surface of the Gate, jagged and chaotic, illuminating every corner of the massive room in brief, violent flashes. The Gate pulsed like a living thing, twisting and shifting, bleeding unstable energy into the world.

“The Nightmare calls to us all. It’s different for each of us. Expect it.” Liora groaned suddenly, struggling to sit up. “It’s… cold,” she whispered, though Kael felt heat radiating from the pulsing ground. She pressed her palm against the floor and jerked it back with a cry. Her skin was blistered. Brann cursed and pulled her away. The ground twitched where she had touched it, as though feeding on her pain. The glow ahead flickered, brighter now, unmistakable. It formed into a gate—not built of stone or wood, but of twisting tendrils of light, writhing like serpents. Beyond it was only blackness, deeper than the void around them.

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

Closer. My lungs burned. My body ached. But I didn’t slow. Eventually, we reached it. A massive iron gate stood before us, inscribed with a complex web of runes that pulsed softly with silver light. Luthor pressed his palm to a glowing sigil, and with a thunderous groan, the gate shuddered open. Beyond it was darkness. A void that seemed to breathe. Colder. Older. Without hesitation, Luthor pulled me inside and slammed the gate shut behind us.

"You always were a terrible pilot when it came to ground maneuvers, Nomo. On three." Together, they threw their weight against the mechanism. The sound was deafening, a shriek of tortured metal that seemed to announce their departure to the entire sleeping Capital. The Great West Gate, which had been sealed since the first vampire purges a century ago, shuddered and began to swing outward. A wall of light hit them. It wasn't the searing, artificial silver of the Mirror Palace or the toxic violet of a resonance flare. It was gold—soft, warm, and impossibly deep.